Her leg hooked over his shoulder aligns their bodies in the perfect position, and he moans when he slides into her again, feeling every inch of her now. They are good together like this when her head falls against the bed, and he pants out hot breathes as he continues to push into her, feels her body trembling beneath his, or maybe that's him. That's his own reaction to how good she feels. He puts a hand into the mattress by her shoulder, holding his body up a little so he can move into her easier, faster, so he has room to get his other hand between them using his thumb against her, where their bodies meet, rubbing into heated skin.

He touches her body without a second thought, like he already knows what she wants from him, letting his fingers pleasure her, somehow needing to show her the way he feels even if he can't say it. Can't say that he likes the way his name passes over her lips. Because it sounds like he is exactly what she needs. Even if he isn't, he answers her back because she is what he needs at this precise moment. "April. God, you're amazing," he manages to say in between a gasp as he feels his body tightening, the muscles in his arm jumping as he holds his body upward. He's about to come, but he presses into her still, not slowing the pace until his body is ready to explode, every inch of his skin on fire, his eyes focused on her face, on her.

She's the one making him feel this way, and it's why he comes with a grunt, saying her name as he feels his orgasm shoot through his body. "April, oh god," he mutters breathlessly at her again, holding himself tightly inside of her, not ready to let go.